Here we go, dosey-do, come on baby let's goooooo bootscootin'
*Hangs head in shame*
They're gonna take away my goth club card for sure now. I went dancing at a country bar. And I had fun.
The tequilla helped, as did the beer chasers. I was on the dance floor all night and the place was packed. I didn't know what to expect. Monica's friends were a lot of fun. I was the oldest one in the bunch, they're all in their early twenties. So how did I end up dancing with the youngest cowboy? Poor Scott from Sarnia. We danced for a few songs. He wrote his phone number on my tshirt. I laughed and reminded him that I was 10 years older than he and he was closer to my son's age. Boys, lol. very silly boys.
Poor Monica was wrecked by the end of the night. People kept buying her drinks. And she had to walk around the bar with a bag of condoms with various tasks written on them. Some were tame like "make the bride laugh" one of them said "give the bride your boxer shorts" and the boy who picked that one started to take his pants off right there on the dance floor. His buddies stopped him in time and made him go to the washroom to do it. Monica made a face and whined "I don't want his underwear!"
We didn't get back to the house until 4 in the morning and we're up at 9, listening to Monica retching in the bathroom. Poor girl. I hope she's feeling better today.
They're gonna take away my goth club card for sure now. I went dancing at a country bar. And I had fun.
The tequilla helped, as did the beer chasers. I was on the dance floor all night and the place was packed. I didn't know what to expect. Monica's friends were a lot of fun. I was the oldest one in the bunch, they're all in their early twenties. So how did I end up dancing with the youngest cowboy? Poor Scott from Sarnia. We danced for a few songs. He wrote his phone number on my tshirt. I laughed and reminded him that I was 10 years older than he and he was closer to my son's age. Boys, lol. very silly boys.
Poor Monica was wrecked by the end of the night. People kept buying her drinks. And she had to walk around the bar with a bag of condoms with various tasks written on them. Some were tame like "make the bride laugh" one of them said "give the bride your boxer shorts" and the boy who picked that one started to take his pants off right there on the dance floor. His buddies stopped him in time and made him go to the washroom to do it. Monica made a face and whined "I don't want his underwear!"
We didn't get back to the house until 4 in the morning and we're up at 9, listening to Monica retching in the bathroom. Poor girl. I hope she's feeling better today.